The Cathedral of Chaos "look through the eyes of fridges" November 2000 In a cradle of cacophony there began a timly dilution of the sacrosanct stone. A mal-melodious madness,born in the periphery of the modular,at the brink of harmony,integrated the crucifucktion of the senses with a dispassionate dogma of "NO BEATS". The spasmodic aural disturbances aligned themselves with the forces of visual vivisection and produced an exfoliation of the ears,a collage of insurrection for the eyes,a depilidation of dreams.(hairy-back,hairy-back......backbeat) Dead sounds resurected to be bludgeoned once more.Colours made noisy,noise made colourful.Shapes morphed into music and music twisted,writhed on a screen.A dance of silicon eloping with time.Spool spillages forming self regulatingembroysive cathedrals of chaos. The circuitrickery blew holes in skulls allowingdirect access to the control centres of the brain.Mercenary music,bred of mayhem,machinated the mind gurgling and chewing the cortex to a pulp.A singular being could not resist.Temptation given a soundtrack. There were proclimations of torture from the pulpit.The exstatic agonies of the initiated made flesh and melted into us.The recanting,decanting and chanting of the disciples was suffused with Boal's bass.The cochlea rang the bells whilst the fovea saw hells. It went like this,the comunication of chords,the corruption of order.The infinate possibilities of this new born noise,bathed in a glow of a projected singularity,were made apparent and consumed with fervour.These new modes of rejection are now (and were) everywhere.Look through the eyes of fridges,water heaters.Listen with the ears of barges,grinders.In these the essence exists.It is only necessary to be aware.